"I missed you both so much," Batool said as she hugged Hooriya before Hamza and kissed Hooriya's forehead whereas Hamza stared at his mom a little taken aback. It was obvious Batool loves Hooriya but to such an extent that she would greet her daughter-in-law before her son but it melted his heart. If anything he wanted was for his mom to be happy with his wife."You are glowing my daughter," Batool beamed as she held Hooriya's forearms. Hooriya blushed, lowering her eyes.Hamza cleared his throat yet Batool was conversing with Hooriya. "Ami, (mom,) you forgot you have a son," Hamza groused and Batool's eyes snapped to him. She let out a chuckle before pulling her son down in a tight embrace as she kissed his forehead. He smiled lovingly at Batool and kissed the back of her hand just the way Hooriya did."You don't love me anymore," Hamza whined and Hooriya smirked at him. "Don't be jealous," Hooriya mused as Hamza scrutinized her, and Batool's eyes twinkled in joy as her wisdom-filled
Cold.Hooriya felt cold seeping into her body through her feet which were on something chilly yet she felt her body burning up in heat as if she was thrown in lava.She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids felt so heavy. There was a delay in her body's response to her nervous system. Her mind was working fast yet her body was taking too long.A groan of discomfort left her lips as she groggily opened her eyes. She want to scratch her neck, it was parched as if someone had rubbed it with sandpaper. She winced when she tried to move her hands but felt them immobile. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to her surrounding. Her brows furrowed when she was met with an unfamiliar place. It was dimly lit. She stared at the cold tiles under her bare feet. Where were her shoes? She blinked at the lounge and the place was unrecognizable, she didn't know where she was. Was it one of Hamza's penthouses or farmhouse? Her brows shot up when she saw a man sitting on the settee to her right at some d
"Have you lost your mind! Why would I do that?" Hooriya hissed, enraged and he chuckled darkly."I expected that from you so I've already sorted it out. You'll be telling him exactly what I want you to tell him pretty soon. It's just a matter of a few days." He mused."I'm never going to spout such nonsense." She hissed, her voice quivering in the end."You think Hamza would still be looking for you? You were out for a whole night, Hooriya. What he must be thinking? He has so many enemies and he knows what enemies do when they get their hands on your weakness." Waqas said cruelly, splitting her heart into two."You're a bastard!" She screamed, struggling wildly as he laughed."Trust me I won't touch you. I've my eyes set on someone else, she will be here in a few days. Until then you can enjoy your stay here," Waqas said as he got up and walked out leaving her alone with Ghazala standing in the corner keeping an eye on her.The days passed at an agonizingly slow pace. Ghazala was on h
His heart had ceased to beat the moment he heard gunshots through the phone as Hooriya screamed. It was as if someone grasped his heart in a vicious hold and was squeezing the life out of him.He was growling at his men to get the cars out as he grabbed his gun and got into the car putting it to drive.He could hear her crying and his insides churned in anxiety as he sped through the traffic, cutting people off as he maneuvered through the cars on a freeway.Clutching the phone to his ear with one hand. He tried his very best to reach her on time as ten cars were hot on his tail. His men drive through and cut people off just like him.Farhan had already called Salar and asked him to get to the place as he was home so he could reach there faster.Hamza's heart was thumping in his ears and something gripped his soul. It was terror. Raw fear of losing his Hooriya. His knuckle turned white with the force he was holding the steering wheel. "Hoor! Talk to me, Hoor!" He growled but he only
Hooriya was crying as she struggled violently. She watched as Waqas disappeared from her sight along with Hafsa and her heart dropped more into the pit of her stomach."Please! Leave her!" Hooriya screamed that her throat dried up as she went into hysterics of coughs.Usama motioned at the men to walk out as they all nodded their heads and stepped out except for Ghazala. She stood there in the corner watching Hooriya silently.Usama frowned at the woman. "Do I have to give you an invitation? I said leave," Usama gritted out causing Ghazala to flinch."Boss had strictly ordered me to stay beside the girl 24/7," Ghazala said calmly as Usama clenched his fists in annoyance."Now, I'm ordering you to leave," he gritted out but Ghazala didn't move.Snickering at her defiance he ignored the brute of a woman and focused his gaze on Hooriya who was crying.Leaning closer he grabbed her chin and made her look at him. A rancid grin was plastered on his features making her sick as she tried to j
Waqas' broad shoulder dug into Hafsa's belly as she tried to struggle but her body had gone limp. She could barely move her hand but her mind was on full alert. She could understand, hear and see everything.Hooriya's hysteric crying twisted her heart as she tried to fight against the hold of a giant man who was walking to God knows where.Her heart came to her mouth when she stared at the stairs, she was traumatized by the God damned height. If by chance he dropped her from here, she would die for sure, even half of her bones would break.Her hair blocked most of her view as she noticed that he had kicked open a door and then slammed it shut.She was expecting a hit on the floor as he would throw her, instead her body was put gently on the soft mattress.Her eyes flew open as her chocolaty hues met with the brown ones who peered down at her with a clenched jaw.She noticed his red cheek. She had slapped him well and he deserved it."H...Hamza will kill you," She said in her slurred v
Entrapped.Darkness loomed over him as he tried to breathe but couldn't and yet he felt pretty much alive. He blinked rapidly but not an ounce of light graced his eyes.Pitch darkness surrounded him. The floor beneath him was black and cold. He was barefoot as he stepped forward then another. He continued to walk nonstop but it was like he was swirling in circles in a never-ending hole of nothingness. Why was he here? Hamza was muddled. Nothing made sense. What was this place? How did he get there?In all the confusion. A scene flashed in front of his eyes and he froze. Blood.Hoor lay in the pool of her blood, lifeless."HOOR!" A scream tore through his lips as he jerked up on the hospital bed. His eyes were wide as sweat trickled down his temple. "Hamza," His head whipped to his right where Hafsa was sitting on the chair. Her eyes brimmed with tears. He looked at his sister for any injuries and she was fine.His eyes bounced around the ward in hysteria and there was no sight of H
"He's here," Farhan said, walking out as Hamza got up from the couch. He stared at sleeping Hooriya, ambling to her he gently stroked her cheek before dropping a soft kiss on her forehead and walking out of their private VIP ward.Farhan guided him to the waiting area a little far away from the ward where Waqas stood looking at him.Hamza felt fury consuming his body as he dashed towards Waqas and punched him hard across his face as soon as he got close enough. Waqas stumbled back clenching his jaw as Hamza gnashed his teeth holding in the pain of his body. Only a day has passed since all the bullshit that went down."How dare you kidnap my wife? You f*cker, you forcefully marry my sister!" Hamza hissed in low menace.Hamza had asked the authorities to provide him with the whole floor for a month till Hooriya healed but they refused so he simply bought the hospital and kept this floor solely for Hooriya and himself just so she won't get disturbed by anything.Waqas spit out some blood
5 years later. She whimpered, feeling something moving inside her. "Ahh," She moaned, feeling a pinch down there. A deep groan caused her eyes to blink open and her blurry gaze collided with the warm obsidian pools that were swarming with lust and need for her as he moved inside her. He thrusts hard making her back arch up as she grips his forearms tightly, biting her lower lip hard to suppress the moans. He kissed her neck as one of his hands fondled her breast. He pinched her nipple as he pounded in her hard and fast as they both came and he rocked her through their pleasure. He plopped down on the bed beside her and kissed her shoulder. "Good morning, sweetheart," He rasped in his deep morning voice and she smiled covering her body with the sheets, and turned around to face him. It has been six years since their marriage and she still blushes and gets shy under his scrutiny. Hamza didn't know what he had done in his life to deserve her. "Good morning," She whispered, smiling
"H...Hamza," She whispered shyly. "I can do this, you don't have to." She said for the third time. "Just relax, Hoor, and let me do my work." He rasped. They both were in the bathtub naked. She was sitting between his legs as he gently massaged her shoulders and back. Giving kisses on her shoulders once in a while. The water was warm and soothing for her swollen and aching muscles. She stiffened feeling the baby kick. "Hamza, the baby is kicking," She said as he shifted hurriedly. His big warm hand landed on her full nine months pregnant belly as she guided his hand to the spot where she could feel the movement. A huge grin plastered on his lips as his eyes sparkled in joy and a chuckle escaped past his lips. "Hoor," He called as she tilted her head to look at him. Grabbing her jaw he kissed her juicy lips. Her lips parted as he slid his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss as she panted. His feathery kisses trailed down to her neck and then he
"Hooriya, staff could handle it," Batool said walking into the kitchen."I'm just checking, mom," Hooriya said. She has started calling Batool mom and Batool loves it.Today they have invited everyone over for dinner. A month has passed since Farhan and Salaar's wedding and things were going smoothly. Everyone was happy in their homes."They'll be here any minute. Go get ready," Batool pulled Hooriya out of the kitchen and sent her to her room.Hooriya took a quick shower and wore a new set of clothes as she blow-dried her hair and applied a baby pink lip color.She descended the stairs as Salaar and Haniya had already arrived. She greeted them as they sat in the lounge with Batool.Walking to the dining hall she called Hamza and he picked on the first call. Before she could say anything he was already speaking."I'm on my way, Hoor. On my way. Just ten more minutes and I'll be there. I promise I'll be there on time," He said hurriedly and she sighed."That'll be very considerate of y
Hooriya stared at the mirror as she set her lipstick. Wearing her earrings she twirled around and she looked perfect.Sitting on the couch she slipped into her heels and did the last touch-ups of her makeup. She turned to leave when the door opened only to reveal her husband.Hamza stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes glided over her beautiful form draped in a maroon dress that complimented her skin."I don't want to get late, let's go." She mumbled walking over to him."How can you expect us not to be late when you look so ravishing," He grumbled blocking her way as he wrapped his arms around her small waist and jerked her to him.She yelped as her hands landed on his chest. He was wearing black Shalwar Kameez, the traditional wear and he looked so handsome that even she wanted to be a little late."And you look so handsome," She mused, looping her arms around his neck as the tip of her nails caressed his nape.His eyes darkened seeing the naughty look in her eyes.
For the first time in her life, she felt so good and free while dancing. Because the first time she was dancing with her heart.Abruptly her body collided with a hard chest. She lost her footing and was about to fall when steel-like arms wrapped around her waist and she was saved.Hooriya slowly opened her eyes panting heavily as she found obsidian hues peering down at her with an unadulterated need swarming in his eyes.She tried to move back but he didn't let go. Arching a brow at him she jerked back lightly and he loosened his hold as she slipped out of it and casually ambled into his room.Like a lost puppy, he was right behind her.His smoldering gaze roved her body from head to toe as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him with raised brows.And next thing he was prowling towards her and before he could capture her she made a dash toward the bed and now they were on opposite sides of the bed."Come here, Hoor." He demanded and she cocked her brow at him."So now y
"What do you think about this?" Hooriya showed a bracelet to Shiza whose eyes sparkled looking at it. "Yes, this would look so good with my wedding dress," Shiza beamed as the staff showed them their latest designs. Hooriya, Shiza, Haniya, and Hafsa were out shopping. Karim along with four other bodyguards were at their back all the time.The girls were out shopping for the wedding.Batool talked with all of them and with Haniya's mother as they chose a perfect date for the wedding.Farhan and Salaar both of them would get married on the same day and the hype of it was too much. The whole Shah haveli (mansion) is buzzing and chirping in joy and happiness. Everyone was preparing for the wedding as only ten days were remaining before all the occasions started.Hamza and Waqas were a pain in the ass for Farhan and Salaar as per Batool's orders, they won't let both the guys meet their woman before the wedding."How's this one?" Haniya asked while showing a ring to the girls and they all
"Where are we going?" Hooriya asked for the third time but Hamza only smirked at her."You'll find out." He mused as she pouted at him.He returned home early from the office and asked her to get ready as they'll be having dinner outside. Hooriya excitedly got ready and wore a beautiful red dress that he bought for her. It was a beautiful maxi that reached her ankles.She did her light makeup. Batool praised her daughter-in-law as Hooriya and Hamza left. Hooriya instructed Akram to give Aunt Batool her dinner and medicines on time."I thought we were going out for dinner," She mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked at him."Are you hungry?" He asked."Very much," She said truthfully and he chuckled, making her peer at him.Leaning in closer to his side. She caressed his cheek with her fingertips sensually making him inhale sharply as his hold on the steering wheel tightened to the point his knuckles turned white."Hoor," There was a warning in his voice as he passed he
Hooriya wanted to help in the kitchen by washing the dishes but the staff didn't let her and even Batool came, scolding her not to do any work and they walked back into the lounge.Hamza, Hooriya, and Batool said their goodbyes to everyone as Salaar, Shiza, and Haniya left as Salaar would drop off Haniya. Farhan left on his sports bike.Hafsa told them that she was willing to give Waqas a chance and Batool was happy for her daughter. She had prayed so much for her kids to be happy again. Hamza, on the other hand, threatened Waqas that if anything happened to Hafsa or even if he made her cry let it be a single tear, Hamza would kill him, Waqas nodded at him though the threats were scary. He would keep Hafsa like a queen as they both left as well. Hafsa took a small duffle bag with her for now but Waqas insisted that he will buy everything new for her so she didn't need to take her stuff.Hooriya and Hamza spend some time with Batool in her room, Hooriya gives her her medicines as Hamza
"Let go," Hafsa gritted as she tried to free her wrist but Waqas's hold was strong, he didn't let her go. He walked out of the mansion into the backyard where no one was present."I said, let go of me," Hafsa demanded coldly as he finally let her go. And the very next second he stepped closer making her step back. She looked up glaring at him. He was so tall compared to her and with that huge frame he was intimidating her but she won't back down easily."What is this behavior?" She growled lowly and he suppressed his smile. She was a vicious little tigress and he loves this feisty side of her."Can't a man talk to his wife?" He asked and her glare intensified as she stepped closer to him. Raising her hand she poked her index finger at his chest."I'm not your wife," She gritted out and he smiled, making her even more furious."You're my wife, tigress. You can deny it all you want," He mused as she gritted her teeth. He was making her blood pressure rise to a great extent."I'm not you